The Lost City

I’ve been to many places

and nothing seems like home.

I’ve seen old and young faces

Reliving memories as I roam.

The city was great-

as well as its people,

but it’s too late

for the city lost soul.

Spirits became weak

in the city;

We lost our way through the years.

How I feel seems to be fitting

as the truth quickly became my fears.

The city soon fell;

Locals had to move away.

What is left are the stories I tell;

I will find another city someday.

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